(One of the critical voices to have emerged is that of these hands author Makhosazana Xaba - pictured)
Post liberation he seems to have been awakened to a new reality. The South Africa he was taken away from in chains is not the same beloved country he found when he walked out to wild applause. It will be accurate to argue that the dough that Mbuli put into the oven did not produce the beautiful cake he saw on the recipe book.
In his poem, how to reconnect electricity (found poem), New Coin editor Alan Finlay takes the revolutionary mantle and writes, "we went to the mayor's house to complain/ the mayor lives in Kensington and he's the mayor of Soweto/ so we went a long way to speak to the mayor". Finlay and a bunch of other poets have realised that the struggle did not end on April 27, 1994. It might have done so for a few people who now live in Kensington but for the young boy in Alexandra township ten years later is as bad as 1984.
The former stream is a narrow peri-elite camp that only accommodates a few "poet laureates" and their close associates who get invited to exclusive functions and award ceremonies to recite commissioned praise poetry. While the alternative is populated by mostly outspoken leftists and liberals who don't find ceremony in having a four course meal with bureaucrats while people of Kanana and Alexandra still worry about where their next meal will come from.